Shotta
South side chicago
In the days of obama
Young man from the bottom
Shot his way into stardom
This the tale of the shotta
Ima tell you how it started
Section eight was his father
But he was raised by his momma
She taught him how to be stronger
Work smart not harder
Always rise above the drama
Go to school and be a scholar
Make the grade start ballin
He was fast lean and tall and
Tenth grade made the varsity
Found something he was awesome in
On his way to a scholarship
They was gonna pay for college when
He broke a leg now he on the bench
This is where it gets troublesome
Idle time really f*cked with him
Now he losing that confidence
But he was gifted with the pen
This is when the shotta began
Trying to make it out the projects
One day mom in a wreck
Couldnt work didnt have the rent
Time for boy to become a man
Get paid was the master plan
Started juggin for them bejamins
First lick for a couple bands
Flipped it quick nearly doubled it
Got a taste now he off again
Pure hustle he was born with it
Fast money didnt need a check
Dropped out now he getting bread
Got the clout then came respect
Initiated to the local set
Now he armed and dangerous
With a crew thats murderous
Gang life mad turbulent
Many friends met an early death
In the trench this was not pretend
Now he rappin what he witnessing
Now he rapping how he livin it
Its a trap for these young men
Its a trap for these young men
Its a trap for these young men
Leave it be or please believe me
Squeeze squeeze squeeze
Release three three then
R.I.P last seen TV and
On white T a family grieving
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad
On the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
They're Shootin stars
Underneath the city lights
Shootin stars
Underneath the city lights
When he wasn't out paper chasin
He was music makin dedicated
Now he gettin heavy rotation
Bookin shows all across the nation
Gang related straight to hood famous
Born for this he was supposed to Make it
Now the rival gang goin crazy
They was poppin shots on the daily
No escapin confrontation
Only question will he make it
They was waitin patient for the day When
They could take his chain and beat His face in
Shots exchangin
Got his m8
Didnt make it
Killed in action
K.I.D'd him
Now the murder rate escalatiin
Both sides making statements
Got the chain back in blood
Platelets
Now the shotta livin to his namesake
Its war and the plot thickens
Fun and games till your dawgs Missin
Now the shotta gon John wick him
When its up its up stickin
Shot clock its starts tickin
He went slidin looking for a victim
Upped the blick that's when they hit 'Em
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen
Leave it be or please believe me
Squeeze squeeze squeeze
Release three threes then
R.I.P last seen TV and
On white T a family grieving
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad
On the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
He was talking catching bodies
Till somebody up and shot him
Now he one of them bodies
That's according to the new "Shotta"
Broke my heart it was sorry
Footage leaked and we saw it
Now the whole world talking
A lot of power in them comments
In the days of obama
Young man from the bottom
Shot his way into stardom
This the tale of the shotta
Ima tell you how it started
Section eight was his father
But he was raised by his momma
She taught him how to be stronger
Work smart not harder
Always rise above the drama
Go to school and be a scholar
Make the grade start ballin
He was fast lean and tall and
Tenth grade made the varsity
Found something he was awesome in
On his way to a scholarship
They was gonna pay for college when
He broke a leg now he on the bench
This is where it gets troublesome
Idle time really f*cked with him
Now he losing that confidence
But he was gifted with the pen
This is when the shotta began
Trying to make it out the projects
One day mom in a wreck
Couldnt work didnt have the rent
Time for boy to become a man
Get paid was the master plan
Started juggin for them bejamins
First lick for a couple bands
Flipped it quick nearly doubled it
Got a taste now he off again
Pure hustle he was born with it
Fast money didnt need a check
Dropped out now he getting bread
Got the clout then came respect
Initiated to the local set
Now he armed and dangerous
With a crew thats murderous
Gang life mad turbulent
Many friends met an early death
In the trench this was not pretend
Now he rappin what he witnessing
Now he rapping how he livin it
Its a trap for these young men
Its a trap for these young men
Its a trap for these young men
Leave it be or please believe me
Squeeze squeeze squeeze
Release three three then
R.I.P last seen TV and
On white T a family grieving
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad
On the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
They're Shootin stars
Underneath the city lights
Shootin stars
Underneath the city lights
When he wasn't out paper chasin
He was music makin dedicated
Now he gettin heavy rotation
Bookin shows all across the nation
Gang related straight to hood famous
Born for this he was supposed to Make it
Now the rival gang goin crazy
They was poppin shots on the daily
No escapin confrontation
Only question will he make it
They was waitin patient for the day When
They could take his chain and beat His face in
Shots exchangin
Got his m8
Didnt make it
Killed in action
K.I.D'd him
Now the murder rate escalatiin
Both sides making statements
Got the chain back in blood
Platelets
Now the shotta livin to his namesake
Its war and the plot thickens
Fun and games till your dawgs Missin
Now the shotta gon John wick him
When its up its up stickin
Shot clock its starts tickin
He went slidin looking for a victim
Upped the blick that's when they hit 'Em
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't Listen
Leave it be or please believe me
Squeeze squeeze squeeze
Release three threes then
R.I.P last seen TV and
On white T a family grieving
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
Sad
On the nightly news
Sad but true on the nightly news
He was talking catching bodies
Till somebody up and shot him
Now he one of them bodies
That's according to the new "Shotta"
Broke my heart it was sorry
Footage leaked and we saw it
Now the whole world talking
A lot of power in them comments
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Torres
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